Is there a quote for when Minerva was singing her dreams in her language?

“Kiiwen. Kiiwen, promise?” Minerva whispered, and Miig nodded. Miig took her other hand, and she began to sing, low, sweet words depleting breath that wasn’t being replaced. I knew she was going. Miig picked up the verse and sang. It was a traveling song. We were frantic but silent. We needed her! We all needed her! She couldn’t go. But she was singing her song. She’d already begun.